Thursday, March 6, 2014

It's 5:42 p.m. Do you know where your cat is?

No, this will not be a blog about cats. My husband would never forgive me for that. But since I am starting that way, here is a cat poem I wrote some time back. I wonder what happens when I hit that publish button. Does it really go out on the internet? Enjoy!

Oh enviable cat
so well-placed in life
wrapped around a table leg in transient winter light.
Your little mind
is uncluttered and clean.
Who wouldn't wish to dream only of fish
swimming lazy and slow
in a waterless stream?

Good night Nebraska!